Darth Abyss
Eldritch
Katarr, The Blackout
Ages ago the Blackout had been build by the former inhabitants of Katarr, the miraluka, in a time before even faster than light travel became a common practice for them. Build as a drilling rig it had mined something from below the surface of the sea, which was now the dubbed the Black Sea for its lack of life and surprising amount of toxic waste for a dead world. What exactly was a question lost even to those with deep insight into the history of the galaxy. Back then a few thousands had lived and worked on the 49 levels of the oversized rig, and somehow the structure had defied time, war and even the eventual death of Katarr by the hands of Darth Nihilus.
Maybe that was the reason why the new people of Katarr, mostly refugees of the Free Cities of Malachor that had fled the influence of the resurgent empire on their homeworld, had decided to make it into something new. It was a symbol that nothing was ever truly gone, that neither death nor destruction could erase the traces left by them, that there was always something that remained despite the uncaring element of time.
Where once had been the main drill of the construct was now a wide and wild collection of selfmade elevators allowing the travel between the various levels. The lower you got the worse the varying establishments got, while the clubs and bars in the highest levels held up to the standards of not only the rich, but the filthy rich, the lowest levels where filled with "clubs" that put even the most run down places of Nar Shaddaa to shame. Below even them where the levels to broken to be used at all, at least as anything else than hideouts and homes for the homeless.
There was only one person on Katarr that could rent the first and the second level as a whole without getting as much as a weird look. Darth Abyss, formally Prophet of Malachor and now Prophet of Katarr had always been a mix of mythical bogyman, leader and dark guardian to the free and unchained that spend their live in the cities he gave rise to.
The event he was hosting had been named "The First annual Underworld Ball", but the word ball in the title was pretty much all it had in common with the fancy gatherings hosted by more official groups like the Alliance or the First Order. Level one and two were the only two levels fully interconnected without the need to use the elevators, as the both were owned by the same group which had already owned various clubs and bars through the original Free Cities.
In level one the guests would find the Catalyst. A mix of bar and club that stretched over the level that served the best drinks on the whole rig and was widely known to be to expensive and exclusive to be afforded by mere mortals. At least that was what their flyer said. The less impressive truth was that the Catalyst was like any other mix of club and bar in the galaxy, only that the stripers looked slightly better and that the same drinks had been doubled in their price. Yet as drinks were all paid by decree of the Prophet, the Catalyst had for once opened its doors to anyone.
In the second level the Wildcard was placed. Someone had ripped out all walls that weren't needed to keep the whole rig from falling apart and made the level into one large dancefloor, with music so loud that more than one person left the Wildcard with permanent damage to their hearing. Also the bar there sold a wide collection of drugs additionally to their drinks which where cheaper put otherwise identical to those above.
The first guests had already arrived, and while the rig itself was large, the Underworld was far, far larger. It took not even an hour for the first man to be shoot, and it took even shorter for the first man to drunkenly stumble into his death by missing an elevator. Drug dealers had begun to creep through the crowds, and men and women in cloths that left little room for fantasies tried to get people into their "private quarters".
Suddenly the music in both the Catalyst and the Wildcard fell silent, and after a short moment of confusion the already arrived guests followed. Through the speakers a voice could be heard instead of music, and it was the twisted sound of the Prophet speaking.
"Welcome my friends. Thank you all for coming. I know no one is hear to listen to me give a speech, so without further ado I hereby declare the first annual Underworld ball open. Also I pay for all your drinks, which means I expect you all to clap now."
Then followed the Prophets twisted laugh, which was cut short by the music being turned on again. While Abyss made his way to a corner of the Catalyst, the time for the underworld to go wild had come.
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OOC
tagging anyone who wrote in the LFG thread as well as any other improtant underworld people I know lol: [member="Harly Quyn"] [member="Savitor Draay"] [member="Marcus Lok"] @Ne'tra Aaray [member="Tek Sidereal"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Miss Blonde"]
Also this is open to pretty much anybody, just don't destroy the place or bring an army or anything please.
Yo.
Also this is open to pretty much anybody, just don't destroy the place or bring an army or anything please.
Yo.